Roots and Repeats

Returning to my roots, the heartbreak journals. They’ve been in balls and bundles sitting on a shelf, and I’ve been asking myself if I should just throw them out (but never actually doing it). It seems like I’m not done working with these, doesn’t it? Exactly the same reason I started shredding them to start with.

Sometimes I think I’m done, and then I’m reminded that I’m not.

The spirals look like broken spines. Or ribs. I’m not sure what any of this is yet, but I have always thought as I’ve worked and not the other way around.